thoughts of gratitude and blessings.
Fall is in the air and we are putting the Humble Bungalow Garden to bed for the season.
The Swiss Chard is nearly done and the last of the beets have been harvested today.
There are a few green tomatoes left clinging to the vine
which will need to be brought in soon to redden up on the window sill.
Leaves are in full autumnal colours.
There is a chill in the air
it is time to build a fire in the hearth and put on a sweater.
Thanksgiving brings a tinge of sadness...
some of our family will be together for a turkey dinner
those who have passed on
will be huge in our hearts
I cannot stir gravy without recalling all those dinners before...
the sounds of laughter
the noise and chaos that having a houseful brings.
My father's red vest and white shirt and cufflinks
his tie tied just so...
clever and witty
conversing on current events.
(he subscribed to 3 newspapers and read them everyday!)
My father in law with his quiet presence soaking it all in
his delight watching the grand kids
as if they might disappear any second.
(meanwhile passing them a wad of crisp dollar bills)
I have gone through the photos of Thanksgivings past...
just to remind me how we all looked gathered around the old oak table
set with the good china and extra chairs
wine glasses empty
sated and satisfied.
I have seen many bad hair do's and a variety of aprons
on a red faced smiling Hostess.
Photos snapped without consideration of staging
heads cut off
they do help me to remember those years of family gathered together here in
The Humble Bungalow.
I looked long into the faces of my father and my father in law...
it's like yesterday...
we miss them
and yet they are here in spirit
in our hearts
We will never forget those days.
Love, honour and savour your family...
time is so precious.
Hugs from the Hostess